Why Am I Still Here Just To Suffer Mga Nobela at Kwento

It thrilled me. After that frightening man with an icy stare and unyielding face had walked out, silence swallowed the room. A wave of despair crashed over me . I let the tears flow. Why is my life like this? Am I just born to endure suffering in this cruel world? I wanted just a taste of happiness, a flicker of joy. Was that too much to ask? Every single day was a battle against pain. I can't fathom Why I was trapped here ?enduring this torment and suffering . His words echoed in my mind: marry him or return to that dreadful, dark room.

Because, frankly, I can’t do much otherwise. What else can I do? I can’t whine about it all the time. Even I would annoy myself. One can only hit rock bottom so many times until you’re forced to no longer just suck it up and to understand that it is not compulsory to suffer or at the very least, do something about it.

Pale sunlight broke through the clearing sky, stretching across the horizon, and a rainbow arched overhead. Once, my life lost all its color when I was forced to trade away what was mine to others. But now, at last, a new chapter was beginning.

I trembled heavily hugging myself to lessen the cold, but it didn't help. Father, do you not love me? Why are always making me suffer? I tried, I tried accepting myself as your daughter, but why am I the only one suffering as a daughter of yours? You should've not let me born in this world, you should've just stayed silent then my mother wouldn't suffer from death. My mind went blank, the cold was eating me. It felt heavy yet I can't feel my body, is this how I die? I burst a bitter laugh and turn my head on the moon's direction. "How beautiful," I whispered.

Why do I have to be the one to save him, and why do I keep getting information about him? “They really should not do this to me. I’m trying hard to hate him and see him suffer, but nothing is helping.” I muttered under my breath. “You shouldn’t be inhumane.” “Why can’t I? Can’t I just watch him suffer for once?” I ruffled my hair angrily while I hit my hand against the bed repeatedly. “Why is my heart doing this to me?” I cried out. My phone beep for a while repeatedly, and then it stopped. I grabbed it and checked the messages.

Once out, I put the slippers on and after taking a few wrong turns, eventually, make my way out of the packhouse. I wander aimlessly along the water’s edge. The weather is perfect, and the sky is clear, making the night feel tranquil. It’s funny how that works. Here I am, unable to sleep because of the horrors I relive when I close my eyes, and when I open them all I feel is the echo of those horrors and yet looking around it’s like they mean nothing. My world can fall apart night after night, but the world itself remains the same. The sun will rise and fall, and stars will twinkle in the sky. My world changes, but only mine. It seems unfair really. It’s not that I want the entire world to f

Gerald’s eyelids started twitching when he saw the content of the message. “Gerald, can you tell me why people often suffer and feel a lot of pain? I will only drag my family down with me. I cannot do anything to help my family at all. I have worked hard and struggled my whole entire life but I cannot be compared to others at all. I am completely useless. My father cannot even lift his head high and my family cannot even afford to buy my sister any new clothes. Now that my sister is ill, as her elder sister, I am so powerless and helpless and I can only watch her suffer because we cannot afford to send her to the hospital. My family has already spent all their money to pay for my education b

“You’d witness it yourself and I’m a living proof of it all.” “What we are is who we are, girl. Please answer the question;” “… having a family filled with nothing but lies and disfavor over their own child, being born with the potency of lesser performance, having to do everything with hardship, sweat, tears, blood— having many scars on my body to show for it all. I… I… why is the world full of suffering? Why must one go through all the trails of life? I know I’m not the only one having this nightmares… and I'm not blaming anyone over this weak body of mine… “ The small bubbled image continued as it’s voice cracked, “I’m so tired… sometimes I wish the world will just end… I’m I being selfis

It is in these moments that I feel alive, my soul dancing on the edge of oblivion. Call me the devil or a beast, but yearnings roaming like a hollow being made me lose my mind in the depths of despair. The pain and suffering I inflict upon others is a reflection of the torment I endure within myself, a desperate attempt to feel something, anything, in this desolate existence.

I said sobbing. "Zachary was right. I deserve every karma that's coming to me. But why do I always suffer and the one's behind it get to live comfortably ?" I sniffed breaking down in front of Olivia. "I'm tired. I don't want to follow orders anymore." "If this is my punishment, if living is my punishment I don't think I want to be alive anymore. I don't think I'll make it before that 18 months." I wiped away my tears as Olivia stayed idle. Venting to her won't help in anyway. What was I expecting ?